meet...

... Nosferatu.


One. One panda. Ah ah ah ah ah... *insert thunder and lightning*

derailed...

Engineering is starting to piss me off. I hate the math, I hate the lots of theorizing and doing kablooey splat nada. Right now, I'm just waiting for the semester to end so I can go back, do the insane stuff I was supposed to be doing on my LAST holiday, and maybe fuse together some brain cells.

Was never one for stupid sit down and write shit. More the type for making things and maybe watching them work. All the things I've SEEN work are simple shit primary school projects, in the guise of proof of concept work. Like, I built this newspaper bridge that carried about 30 times its weight. Or something like that. Whee. Such fun. Only thing is that THAT'S the only actual application of concept shit.

If next year isn't more interesting than this year, I'm going into hospitality. Gah.

travel plans...

Mine are complicated as hell. As far as my short attention span allows it to convolute, that is. Only thing that seems like it MUST happen is the fact that I'm sorta destined to travel alone.

Meh.

censorship...

Hmm, I think I've written a post with the same title some time back. Oh well.

Now now, what ever happened to the deliciously random and delightfully sparkly blog that was quicksilverlining? Where are the hilarious criticisms and the sharp acid wit, or even the contemplative moroseness that made this blog somewhat readeable?

Fucken tightwads is what happened to it. Some people take things in this blog too seriously. Other people don't like certain stuff written in it. And while normally I wouldn't give a ficking duck about that, it so happens that more often than not, these same people can affect my life in a way I would NOT enjoy eviscerating very much. So what can you do? Especially since some "garblement" is out controlling what people blog and whatnot.

Well, you can stop writing about other people and the stupid comments they made but rather not have written down because it might affect job prospects, among other things. That kind of leaves me with only pretty photos. Okay, so here's one:


See, I thought it would be too dangerous to reveal the face of the person behind the photo, because who knows? Maybe he/she/it is being chased by some Inuit mob. Then I decided to censor the crotch area because some people might find open legs very provocative and stuff. Then I censored to computer at the back because some people might zoom in and see the sensitive contents on the screen behind the person. And then I should blank out the the background, JUST in case someone could identify this place and put said person in one hell of a fucked up mess. Also, the shirt design should be blanked out because it may be putting across unsavoury messages that we don't want underaged children to pick up. And then for my OWN safety, I should blot out my watermark too, since I sure as hell don't want people blaming me for something I didn't do, no?

Well, seriously. People who have issues with me writing what I write should take that thing below there and shove it up where the sun don't shine.

survivor...

Ever wondered if you'll make it out of this world alive?

golden spoon...

Some people are lucky enough to be born with one of those up their butts. For the regular others like me, we have the occasional splurge on the delightful fine dining that such a hedonistic world offers. Check it out.

bluefire...

BlueFire Churrascaria, Level 3, Melbourne Central. Let the lack of pictures convey the experience. Alternatively, read this.









Quote Super Tuesday on Tuesdays to receive 50% off on the Churrascaria or the a la carte menu. Only on Tuesdays!